I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.

Every bone in my body yearns to keep this boy safe, always. "Magiano...," I start to say. "I don't want to leave this world having never been with you.

What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?

To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. Think of the possibilities. Does your heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear.—A Private Thesis on the Romancing of Three Kings, by Baroness Sammarco

Why can’t I be like that? Why can’t I be the father who just shrugs off the love of his daughter? Why can’t I be the Lead Inquisitor who enjoys watching his pleading victims burn at the stake? Why can’t I be the one who befriends a lonely, lost girl and then casts her out? Why can’t I be the one to strike first, to hit so early and with such fury that my enemies cower before they can ever think of turning on me? What is so great about being good?

What’s the point of keeping in touch with the girl you’re crazy about, when you’re dying?

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

Do you know what I miss the most? That night.” My heart skips a beat, aching in sudden sadness. “And what about the girl you once sat beside, on that night? Do you miss her too?”“She is still here,” he answers. “That is why I stay.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.